I gave Sean more leeway than anyone I'd been with since my divorce. Instead of insisting he go back to his own room after that first night, I let him sleep with me. I gave in to the urge to allow him to curl his body against mine and hold me. I should have kept my distance. I'd called it, he was addictive.
One afternoon, having had another meeting with a studio during breakfast, Sean was out. His boys had a meet of some sort, and since he was due back late evening, I thought I'd prepare a surprise for him. He texted me when he was on his way back, asking if I wanted him to pick me up anything. My answer for what I wanted was one word, and I knew it would get him back fast. "You."
When he came in the door, he was greeted by silence. I was waiting inside the closed bedroom, where I knew he'd find me. Sitting on my knees, head bowed, dressed in a midnight blue babydoll nightie with matching panties. God, I hoped he'd appreciate the effort, since this would be a first for me.
"Jessa?" His voice grew closer, and I grew anxious. "Babe, where are you?" The door opened and I heard him breathe in deeply. "Darlin'?" His voice sounded like a cross between a sigh and a moan.
"Yes, Sir?" I answered, glancing up at him from beneath my lashes.
"Jesus," he whispered. Eyes darkened as he took me in, and his tongue flicked across his bottom lip. "You're gonna be the death of me."
"Sir?" I asked, trying to keep to an internal script. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" I bit my lip, seeing his hands clench, knowing he was fighting against himself.
Swallowing, he walked to the bed and sat on the end. He crooked his finger at me, urging me to come to him. Fuck, I thought, please don't let me look as ridiculous as I feel. I crawled slowly to him, careful not to drag my knees, rug burns are a bitch.
At his feet I stopped. I bit my lip again, and looked up at him. "Yes, Sir?" I asked, barely breathing the words.
"Aren't you a good girl?" He whispered, tracing my face with his fingertips. "What am I gonna do with you?" I licked the pad of his thumb as it swiped across my lips. "Undress me." Good, I thought, he's getting into it.
I started at his shirt, unbuttoning it and pulling from his jeans. I slid it from his shoulders and carefully folded it before placing it on the bed beside him. Unbuckling his belt, careful to only undress him, not linger as I'd like, after all he'd only asked me to take off his clothes. I unsnapped his jeans and lowered the zipper. He raised his hips to allow me to pull them down and lower them off his legs. Thank God he'd taken off his shoes before coming to me, I thought. Removing them and folding them like I had the shirt, I placed them on top of it. My hands slid to the waist of his boxers, and he once more lifted up so I could remove this last article of his clothes. They were folded and piled on top of the others. Once finished, I returned to my place on the floor by the bed.
I felt his hand return to my face. Tilting it up to meet his gaze, he smiled and whispered, "such a good girl." His voice low, he bit his lip taking the entirety of the picture I presented in. "Is this for me?" His other hand slipped down to finger the spaghetti strap of my lingerie. I nodded. "I'm gonna need you to use your voice, baby, OK?"
"Yes, Sir." I sighed, feeling his fingers against my warm skin.
His fingers remained playing with the tiny strap. "So is this all for me?"
I bit my lip, shocked at myself for being so damn turned on playing submissive. "Yes."
"Now, now." He tsked, pulling his hands away from me. "I don't think I heard a 'sir' in that answer, did I?"
"No, Sir." I breathed. His smile nearly took the rest of my breath from me.
"That's better," he leaned back on one elbow and crooked that finger of his again. "Come here, baby."
I crawled onto the bed, carefully staying at his side. "Is this what you want, Sir?" I asked, feeling like I was fighting for each breath.
He shook his head and his hands gripped my arms gently to pull me over his body. "On top of me, darlin'." Once I was straddling his stomach, he pulled my head down to his. "Let me kiss ya, baby."
Our lips met and I was certain the roleplay was over. His hands couldn't decide where to touch, so he touched everything. Sliding down my barely covered back, gripping my ass, and then roaming up my stomach to massage my breasts inside the built in bra. My every moan was captured by his starving mouth, and I hadn't noticed that my fists were bunched in the blankets on either side of his body.
He pulled his mouth from mine, reluctant, but clearly wanting to appreciate his gift. "Take off your panties." He held me steady, over top his body, as I complied. "I'm gonna move these outta the way, but this-" His fingers played against the top of my nightie, tugging my breast free of the cups. "Stays on."
"Yes, Sir." I answered, gasping at the feel of skin on skin, finally.
"Say on the bed, but I want you to taste me, baby." Waiting until I moved off of him, he slid up the bed until he was reclining on the pillows. Angled well for the show, I supposed. I swallowed the rush of lust I felt at seeing him, completely naked on my bed, waiting for me.
"Yes, Sir." I said with a smirk. He was mine. For today, at least. Since he'd moved further up the bed, I crawled between his legs.
"No, Jessa." He patted the bed on the side of him. "I want a good view of you."
My ass, more like it, I thought. I moved, knowing that he'd have a full view of me alright. Kneeling again, I leaned over to take him in my hand at the base, and then lowered my head to taste the very tip of his hardness.
That day, from Sean's own mouth, was one he'd never forget. Nor would I. I'd never chose role-play as one of the sexual misadventures I wanted to try, but with him, anything was possible. I'm fairly certain I'd never do it again. He didn't take advantage of what I was offering, knowing that it was only going to work if it was mutually pleasurable. And so, he gave as much as he received and because of that it was fucking amazing.
In the end, it would be one of my favorite memories from a very brief time together. Because, even as we relished every moment we spent together, I knew it would be short. What Sean and I had, what we allowed ourselves to pretend would be lasting, was a bubble. A bubble I would eventually have to burst.